I shouldn't brag about this, but I have some experience as a stalker. As a teenager my friends and I would do "drive-bys" together: driving past the places where our crushes were, with the hopes of catching a glimpse. I was never ashamed. Until once we were caught - by MY crush. It was embarrassing. But I got over it. (He was THAT cute!) That tradition died in high school. Until this past weekend. ... View Post

Have you ever wondered why you feel so rejected? Why your heart hurts even over the small things you wish you could shrug off? Yeah, me too. But I think I've found the answer. Let me share it with you.
Last week I sent an email to my subscribers asking them what their biggest challenge is at this point in their lives. I asked so I can continue to write content that ministers to my readers. The ... View Post

How can you and your spouse survive the grief and loss of a pregnancy as a couple? Here is what I learned.
I lost my first baby only hours after I’d first heard the thump-thump of his heart during an ultrasound. Just six weeks along, our baby was all heart and yolk sac. When my body expelled that blip of baby I was alone. I remember the confusion of the pain, the cramping I thought was a ... View Post

My seven-year-old is a natural athlete. Whatever he attempts, he does well. And Avry wanted to learn to surf like the kids on YouTube. My husband is a radical cheerleader when it comes to his children, and so he bought a thick, short surfboard. Avry carried the board down to the surf, full of excitement, certain he'd look like those young surfers on YouTube in just a matter of moments. He strutted ... View Post

I placed my hands on her warm shoulders. I was kneeling behind her, my eyes closed, and I could feel the presence of the twenty other people surrounding us. Linked by touching hands or fingers set atop arms and soft summery cottons, we had gathered in faith to pray for healing over this young woman in front of me. Silence or quiet sniffles filled the spaces between each person’s prayer, words ... View Post

Do you sometimes feel invisible? Have you stood in the hallway of church, work or a social event and felt your heart harden as women walk right past? Have you seen a friend and suddenly you feel like you're both strangers? Have you ever felt like if it weren't you reaching out, you'd never be invited to anything? Have you wondered why you're like teflon for friendships?
I have thought and felt ... View Post

After Noah’s injury as an infant, seizures ravaged his body for over a year. On his worst day he had 32; I remember not only because it was the highest number we’d seen but because the day before had been nearly perfect as we let him splash in the kiddie pool for the first time. After nearly a dozen medications failed him, desperation pushed us into action, and we started Noah on the Ketogenic ... View Post

I gave birth to the most perfect, pink barrel-chested baby almost nine years ago. The doctor called me a rock star for lasting past 9 CM for my epidural. (Natural child birthers and other Wonder Womans, please give this win to me.) Four months later I dropped him off at daycare and kissed that precious face goodbye, walking into the drizzle of a gray April morning. The next time I saw my son he ... View Post

Last night my seven-year-old son, Avry, couldn’t find his breathing medicine (his inhaler and spacer). It’s a daily struggle for him, even though we’ve given him his own container for it and a storage place in the family room. But he’s seven, and sometimes he’s acts like it. By losing things. We were late for bed so I added a few comments like, “How can I trust you if you can’t take care of it?” ... View Post

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We are gathered in the quiet early morning amidst twinkles and tinsel. My boys are running in elated circles as I drink my coffee with half-opened eyes and gift tape still stuck to my pajamas from late-night wrapping. What would Christmas morning be like without coffee? I wonder. And then I take another sip. Because…

I’m nearly forty years old (wow, that hurts to type), and I can still remember those first days of high school and that awkward, slow walk into the cafeteria. Hoping for a smile launched in my direction, an invite to a table where I’d feel welcome. While my fist-day cafeteria jitters proved to be paranoia…

If you don’t know my story, you’ll want to watch this. If you’ve ever wondered about your own story – when it began and where it’s going – you’ll want to watch this. I’m sharing my heart with you, pain that comes from an honest place, with a dose of hope that was here before any…